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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.