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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.