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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.