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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.