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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.