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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Visage,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Gong,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.