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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.