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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.