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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.