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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Magma,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.