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 Serbia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.