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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.