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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 organ 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.