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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.