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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.