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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.