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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.