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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.