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 Peru 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.