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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.