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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.