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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.