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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 American Breed to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Faust,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
the Association,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.