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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.