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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marine Girls to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
DNA,
Visage,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.