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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Japan,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.