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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.