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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
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.