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 Cuba and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.