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 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.