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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
The Residents,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Faust,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.