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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.