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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.