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 Mauritania 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.