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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.