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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.