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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.