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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.