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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.