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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.