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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
MDC,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.