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 Niger and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.