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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.