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 Panama 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.