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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.