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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.