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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.