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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.