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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Drexciya 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Scientists,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.