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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.