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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Juan Atkins to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.