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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.