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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Monks,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.