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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.