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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Slave,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.