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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.