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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Star Department to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.