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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.