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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Livin' Joy 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.