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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.