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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.