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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.