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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Magma,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.