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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Monks,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.