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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.