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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.