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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Crime,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.