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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Christs to the electroclash 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.