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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.