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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 a marimba 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.