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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.