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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.