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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Scion,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.