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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.