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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.