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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Echospace,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.