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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.