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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Pulsallama to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.