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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.