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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
X-102,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.