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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Quantec,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Index,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.