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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
X-101,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.