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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Human League to the grunge 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.