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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.