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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.