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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.