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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
UT,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.