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 Turkey and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.