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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.