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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.