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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dennis Brown to the funk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.