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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.