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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Buzzcocks to the techno 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.