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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.