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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.