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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Television,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
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.