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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.