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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.