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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.