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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.