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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lindisfarne to the disco 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
The Slits,
Franke,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.