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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Television,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.