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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.