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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Faust,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.