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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the grime 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.