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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Slits to the funk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.