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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.