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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.