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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.