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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
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,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.