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 Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Basic Channel to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.