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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
The Cure,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.