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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.