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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.