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 Ghana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.