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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.