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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.