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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Mars,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.