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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.