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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.