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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.