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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Gang Green,
New Order,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.