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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.