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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.