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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.