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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.