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 Chile 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.