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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the disco 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.