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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Slave,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Motorama,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.