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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.