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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Junior Murvin to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.