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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.