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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.