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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Can,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.