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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.