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 Korea South and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Brick,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.