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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.