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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.