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 Austria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.