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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.