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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.