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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.