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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.