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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.