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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.