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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.