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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Franke,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.