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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bar-Kays to the techno 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Neu!,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.