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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.