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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.