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 Haiti and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.