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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.