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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.