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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.