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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Index to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Joy Division,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Scion,
The Monks,
cv313,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.