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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.