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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.