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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.