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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Suicide,
New Order,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.