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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Bologna and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.