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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.