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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.