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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.