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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.