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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
June of 44,
the Association,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.