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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an organ 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.