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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.