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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
PIL,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.