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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.