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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.