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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.