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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.