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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.