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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.