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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Urselle,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.