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 Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Minny Pops 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.