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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Smog,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.