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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.