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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.