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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.