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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 CMW to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.