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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.