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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
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 Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Sparks,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.