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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.