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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Lyres,
the Association,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.