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 Russia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.