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 Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.