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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.