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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.