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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.