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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.