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 Cameroon 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.