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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Don Cherry 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
DNA,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.