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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Offenders to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.