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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.