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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.