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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.