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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.