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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Franke,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.