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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.