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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 MDC to the dance 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 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?
ABC,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.