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 Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the punk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.