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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.