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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Hashim,
Visage,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.