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 London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
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,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.