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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.