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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.