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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the rock 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
the Slits,
X-101,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.