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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.