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 Germany and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Crooked Eye 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.