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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.