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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.