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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.