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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.