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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Faust to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.