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 Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
MC5,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.