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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and an organ 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.