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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the grime 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Pole,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.