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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.