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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.