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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.