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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.