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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.