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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.