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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Niagra,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.