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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.