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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.