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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.