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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
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 Pop Group,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.