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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Nas,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.