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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.