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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.