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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.