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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.