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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.