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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the punk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.