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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the techno 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.