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 Chad and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.