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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 mellotron 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.