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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Techniques to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.