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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.