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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.