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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.