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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Symarip to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.