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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.