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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.