Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.