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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Barry Ungar to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.