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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.