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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Urselle to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.