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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.