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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.