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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Clark Five 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.