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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.