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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.