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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
The Index,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.