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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Model 500 to the electroclash 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.