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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.