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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Skaos,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.