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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.