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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.