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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.