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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.