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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.