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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.