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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Magma,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.