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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Erasure,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Magma,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.