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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 an organ 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.