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 Cuba and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Japan,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.