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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.