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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.