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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Technova,
The Names,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.