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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.