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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
The Saints,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.