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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Echospace,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.