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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.