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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Nico,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.