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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Ossler,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.