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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.