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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.