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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.