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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.