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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.