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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.