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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.