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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
CMW,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.