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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Television,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
ABC,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.