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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.