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 Haiti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.