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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '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 Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Pole,
Symarip,
Nico,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.