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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.