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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Talk Talk to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
UT,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.