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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 marimba 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.