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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 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?
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.