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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
The Martian,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.