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 Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.