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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.