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 Mali and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Gong,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.