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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.