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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.