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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.