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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Pagans,
The Move,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.