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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.