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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.