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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.