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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.