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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.