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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.