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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.