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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.