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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.