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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
New Order,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.