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 Egypt and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.