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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.