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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.