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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.