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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Mars,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.