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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.