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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Arcadia,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.