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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.