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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.