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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.