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 Angola and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
JFA,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.