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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Ludus,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.