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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.