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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.