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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Organ,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.