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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.