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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.