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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.