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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.