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 Canada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.