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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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?
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.