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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.