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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 China Crisis 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.