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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Index,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.