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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.