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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Scion,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.