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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scion to the grime 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.