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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.