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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the disco 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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?
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Swans,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.