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 Albania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.