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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
the Association,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Mars,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.