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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.