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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an organ 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
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 Techniques,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.