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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.