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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.