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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.