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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.