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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.