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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the disco 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.