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 the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Organ,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.