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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.