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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
JFA,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.