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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
June Days,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.