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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Magma to the jazz 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.