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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an organ 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?
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.