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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.