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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Slick Rick 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.