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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.