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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Liliput to the techno 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.