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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.