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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.