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 Hungary and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.