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 Turkey and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Niagra,
The Move,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.