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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.