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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.