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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
X-101,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane 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.