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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.