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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.