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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.