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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.