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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.