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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.