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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.