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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.