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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.