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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Golliwogs 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Neu! 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.