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 Algeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.