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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.