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 Malawi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.