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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.