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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gap Band 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.