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 Austria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Little Man to the electroclash 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Wings,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.