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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.