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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.