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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.