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 Russia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.