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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.