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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
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,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
New Order,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Japan,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.