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 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.