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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
X-102,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
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.