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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.