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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.