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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.