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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Swans,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.