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 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Crime,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
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.