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 Korea North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.