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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.