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 Romania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.