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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Japan,
New Order,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.