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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.