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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Cameo,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.