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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wire to the jazz 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.