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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Marc Almond 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.