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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.