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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Godley & Creme to the funk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.