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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.