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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a 808 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.