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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Darondo,
UT,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.