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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.