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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.