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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
The Fall,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.