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 Russia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
the Germs,
Ituana,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.