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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Franke to the crunk 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.