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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.