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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.