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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.