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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the grime 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.