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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.