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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
UT,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.