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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Television,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.