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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Whodini,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.