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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Radiohead to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.