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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.