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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.