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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.