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 Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.