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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.