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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.