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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Normal to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.