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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.