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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
UT,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.