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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Little Man,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.