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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.