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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
10cc,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.