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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cluster to the disco 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.