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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Can,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.