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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.