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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.