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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.