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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.