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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.