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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fire Engines to the rap 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.