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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 The Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.