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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Junior Murvin to the dance 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Ossler,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.