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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.