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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 güiro and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.