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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.