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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.