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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.