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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.