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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Swans,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.