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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
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,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.