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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.