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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barry Ungar 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Can,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.