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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.