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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the jazz 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 Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.