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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.