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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.