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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.