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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.