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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.