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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.