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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Gong,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.