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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.