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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.