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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.