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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.