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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 the Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s 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 Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.