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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Deakin to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.