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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.