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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.