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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.