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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.