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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.