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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.