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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.