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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.