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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.