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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.