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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.