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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.