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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.