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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.