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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron 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 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?
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.