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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.