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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.