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 Laos and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.