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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.