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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.