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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
CMW,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Smog,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.