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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.