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 Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Ossler,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.