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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.