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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.