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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.