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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
cv313,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.