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 Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.