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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.