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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.