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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.