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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.