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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Slave,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
The Move,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.