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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
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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.