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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.