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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.