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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.