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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Newcleus to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Magma,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.