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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.