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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.