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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Make Up,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.